Date: Fri, 04 Oct 2019 17:16:34 +0000
From: dadcompletesme@protonmail.com
Subject: Discovering Papa - Chapter 5

Disclaimer: This is about the building love between a grandfather and his
grandson and an exploration of their love and desires. If this offends you
or if you are not of legal age, then please do not read this. For those who
are reading, thanks for all your feedback. I love getting to talk with some
of you about our shared experiences like I had with my Papa and our various
family fantasies. If you have comments, please email me at
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your own experiences.

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Story Change Note: A reader pointed out that for some reason I changed
Scotty's age at once point. I don't even know why I did that. It's not a
big deal, but Scotty is 10, not 9.



I got to my bedroom without running into anyone. Everyone's lights were
still turned off and no one was making any noise. That was a huge relief. I
was already worried about Papa being caught with my pajamas and the close
call I had with Mimi, so the last thing I wanted to find a way to lie out
of was why I was naked and running around with a hard on. Had a friend been
over I might have found a way to make up a stupid dare as a reason, but I'd
have had no good explanation except for maybe sleepwalking -- and that
would be really pushing it.

As excited as I was, the moment I got to my room I quietly closed the door,
jumped under the sheets, and turned my lamp off that was already on the
dimmest setting. I thought if something did happen downstairs and Mimi came
up to talk with me that if it looked like I was sound asleep there was no
way she'd believe anything "weird" happened while she was asleep. Scared,
excited, still turned on, and my head going a million miles an hour, I
faced away from the door in the dark, shivering from fear and arousal.
There was no way I could fall asleep, but no way I could risk jerking off
right now.

The thoughts raced. Papa wants to jerk off with me when we can! I almost
touched Papa's cock! Papa and I started kissing....like real adult kissing
when people have sex or like each other! I still felt Papa's tongue in my
mouth. I could feel his hand on the bare skin of my little butt. I could
feel the hair on his stomach between my fingers as I slid down towards his
cock. I could smell the sweat coming from his balls and crotch. I could
hear the stroking sounds so close to my ears and I watched clear thick
drops of precum ooze out of his cock so close to my face! Papa's precum had
been smeared on my body and my hands when he'd hold them! How could I
forget his wet fingers held my hands...the same hand that was next to my
face on my pillow. Whatever was on my hand was dry, but while I was curled
up in the dark I still dared to slip my tongue over my skin to try and
taste something. I could easily still pretend to be asleep if someone came
to my room. Just as I was about to, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom
door and I heard it slowly open up.

I froze. I buried my mouth in my pillow so no one could hear my very awake,
scared breathing. I was sure my world was about to fall apart. There was no
voice yet. I heard the door quietly close, and then I heard Papa's gentle,
kind, whispers, "Scotty, are you still awake?"

Of course I was. Prepared for him to he upset with me for getting him in
trouble, I couldn't even look his way in the dark. I just faced the wall
and whispered, "Yeah...I'm so sorry. I didn't...."

He cut me off as he reached over and gave the lamp dial three quick turns
on my nightstand to turn to the dimmest setting on the bulb. "Shhh...
there's no need to apologize," he said, and I heard him pull the chair out
from my desk and the creak of his weight sitting down on it.

I couldn't face him. "But Mimi is going to...."  I was near tears.

"Mimi doesn't know anything," Papa said. I didn't move. "You can roll over,
Scotty. I'm not mad at you." His voice sounded like it did when I was
sick. Calm. Soothing. Comforting. Slowly I rolled over, keeping the covers
on my body, also aware and annoyed that my boy dick wouldn't go soft even
with all my fears still running in my head.

There he was. Papa, in my room after all we just did. Sitting in my desk
chair just a few feet away from me in his pajama bottoms and a robe and
wearing a serene expression...for me. I could see his chest hair in the
opening of his robe that was tied around his waist. It was hiding his
lap. I quickly chided myself for even looking at his lap in a moment like
this, but how could I not? When I looked up again, there was that smile.
The smile of the Papa I loved and in my own, new way, felt wildly in love
with. The man who had just started teaching me how to kiss. The man who
made me cum using his thick Papa tongue and putting it where adults say it
should never be...the mouth of his 10 year-old grandson, Me. I shivered as
I felt my body wantng to try that again. But again, I quietly told myself
to stop that. That it wasn't the time for that.

When I stayed silent, Papa spoke. "Honestly, Scotty, I'm not mad at
you. Not at all."

"But I left my pajamas down there. I...I couldn't...couldn't get them off
and take them with me," I started stammering, tears welling up.

Papa reached forward, his fingers soothing my face as he leaned in. "And I
quickly reached down and pushed them under the bed." He wiped away another
tear. "Once Mimi went to the bathroom I tucked them in one of the
nightstand drawers. It's all good, Scotty. Honest."

"Really?" I asked. I needed to believe I didn't mess things up.

"Yes," Papa said. "Everything is perfectly fine."

"But it's my fault we almost got in trouble." I said..

"Listen," Papa said, his voice sounding more direct, more
serious. "No. It's not your fault. Even if we got caught it wasn't your
fault." He put his hands back on his lap so I wasn't distracted by his
touch. "The curiosity you have, that's, that's not a bad thing at all. Had
we gotten caught tonight, that was not a boy getting Papa in trouble. That
was me, an adult, who got carried away."

My heart sank. "So you're saying we shouldn't have done what we did?"

He let out a little chuckle. "No," he smiled. "Not at all. What I'm saying
is that I should have waited to do some of what we did in a setting where
we wouldn't be caught."

I let that sink in for a moment and a smile broke out on my face. "So
you're really not mad at me?" He nodded letting me know that was
true. "And...and the stuff we did tonight, you...you're still glad we did
it?"

He nodded, smiling. "Yes, kiddo. Very much so." He reached out to touch my
face again, a thumb on my cheek, wiping the last tear away. "I was as just
excited as you were. I just got carried away and forgot that Mimi was right
next to us."

"I did too," I said. "But you said she sleeps through anything."

"That's true, but we don't always know when someone will just randomly wake
up, do we."

"Yeah, that's true." There was an awkward pause. I wanted to try being
silly, maybe make the room feel `better.' "Just like you never know if
someone is an alien robot." Papa smiled. I couldn't help but look his body
over again, staring at his chest hair.

Papa spoke up, but his voice was once again back to being more
serious. "Scotty, I need you to look really at me so I know you're paying
attention." I didn't need to be asked to stare into his eyes. If anything
after all that happened I'd have to be told stop staring and calm down so
no one thought it was weird how much I loved my Papa. When he had my
attention he continued, "Are you okay with the things we did tonight?"

I lit up. "Yes! I loved it," I said.

"I mean it, Scotty. Did I make you do anything you didn't already want to
do?"

"No, Papa! Not at all! I wanted to do it. All of it." I sat up in bed, my
covers over me. "Honestly. I loved it." I wanted him to be sure. I didn't
want him to regret what we did.

Papa smiled and let out a little laugh. "I'm glad. I did too."

"Really?"

"Yes. Very much so," Papa answered, reaching forward and taking both of my
hands in his. "But you know how you were scared Mimi found out?" I
nodded. "If she found out, if anyone found out, odds are I'd never be able
to see you again." I'd seen enough stories in the shows my parents watched
and in the news to know what he meant.  I didn't want that at all.  Ever.

"But that's why we call those our special Papa-Scotty kisses," I said,
knowing exactly what I meant by that.

"What do you mean by `special,'" Papa asked.  "This is important,
Scotty. For both of us."

I was shaking again. Nerves. Excitement. Still turned on. But I needed to
get this right. "I...it means that...that the way I love you...and the way
you love me...that...well...that...I guess I mean that the things you and
I...that you and I do....I mean might do...that we might do when we say `I
love you' or `goodnight' or...or other stuff...is...is a special secret
just between you and me." I looked up when I finished babbling, hoping I
got out what I was feeling. Papa looked so handsome as he sat in my chair
smiling, looking at me, his face feet away from me. I wanted to kiss him to
let him know I meant it.

It felt like an eternity before he spoke, but his smile comforted me. It
seemed to tell me I said exactly what I wanted to say and what he wanted to
hear. When he did finally speak, I melted. "What that means to me is that
there might be new, special ways I get to tell my favorite, cutest, most
amazing grandson just how much I love him...and that we both know it's our
own special secret we'll never tell anyone about."

"Exactly!" I said, keeping my voice low even though I wanted to shout.

"Not even your best friend?" Papa asked me.

"Never!" I said. "Just between you and me. Forever." I even drew an `X"
over my heart to make it a promise. Papa smiled and did the same, his
fingers drawing in the chest hair my fingers found earlier on the couch
together.

"But a promise this important probably needs something else to make it even
stronger," Papa said, a cute expression on his face.

I didn't know what he meant so I ran through the "kid" things I knew. "You
mean like blood brothers or pinky swears?" I even held out my pinky for him
to wrap his around for our special secrets.

"No," he said, slowly moving his chair a little closer to my bed and
leaning over like he might share a secret. He lowered his voice to
accentuate the special feelings we had going on. "I'm thinking something
more special than that. Something that's just between Papa and Scotty." I
thought he might kiss me, but then he stopped. A handsome expression on his
face. One that made me feel so incredibly warm and loved.

"What about a kiss?" I asked, hopeful he'd say yes to that.

"That's what I was thinking, too" Papa said.

I moved my face to meet his and gave him a kiss, the kind we've shared for
years.  "Like that?" I asked, just happy to have felt his lips on my face
after being worried we'd never even do that much again.

"Well, that was really nice, but I was thinking maybe something even more
special." Papa said, one hand rubbing the side of my face. He was sitting
in the same chair he used to read me stories from, but now he was sitting
there, leaning towards me as a man who had me shaking to be touched by him,
near him. Wanting him. The same man who still read stories to me now and
then was in my room late a night, leaning into me, wanting to do "special"
things with me. And I really wanted him. A lot.

I thought I knew what he meant. "You mean like the kiss we started
earlier?" It was the kiss we started that made me cum in Papa's arms. The
one where I learned just the first moments of kissing with my tongue and
how electrifying it was. Papa nodded his approval. "But...but I might...."
I'm sure I blushed.

"If it happens, then let it happen," he smiled, his lips moving closer to
mine. "When that happened it made Papa very turned...." He paused, his
fingers on the side of my face caressing me. "When that happened it made me
incredibly happy knowing how it made you feel." Papa's face leaned in even
closer, then whispered, "If you like how something feels, you can do it
back to me."

I stammered out an excited and nervous, "O...okay."

I closed my eyes as Papa's face met mine, his beard pressing into my
forehead as he kissed me there. And then he kissed the tip of my nose. And
then my lips, the kind of kiss we'd done countless times. Then he paused. I
kept waiting for something else, then remembered what he'd said to me about
if I liked something I should do it back to him. So, like him, I reached up
with a shaking hand and laid it gently on the side of his face, feeling his
whiskers move as he smiled. Reading that as an `ok,' I lifted my head just
a little bit to reach up and kiss his forehead, then the tip of Papa's
nose, and finally, with stuttered breaths, his lips. When I was done I kept
my hand on his face like he had on mine and opened my eyes. I could see a
smile had spread over his face even though he was just inches from me.

Papa brought his face to mine again, this time I felt his lips gently kiss
my upper lip as he pulled it out slightly before letting go. I let out a
trembling breath. Then he repeated it with my lower lip as his thumb gently
massaged my smooth face. His lips lingered a little longer as he held my
lower lip between his then pulled it out just a little with his kiss.

Again, Papa pulled away just an inch or two and waited. I took this as my
cue. Eyes closed, I let my thumb massage Papa's cheek as I pulled his face
towards mine. I kissed his upper lip, feeling his beard touch the inside of
my lips as I kissed and pulled gently on his lip like he did to me. Then
moving slightly lower I kissed his lower lip, his whiskers feeling coarse
and wonderful inside my lower lip as I held him there, my kiss puling his
lip out slightly. Then I paused. I could smell his body, his breath. His
deodorant. I was shaking and I didn't care. Papa wanted to share a special
adult kiss, and if I had another orgasm from it I knew it would make us
both happy.

As I pulled away from Papa's lips he moved his face to mine before I could
get too far. His hand kept my head where it was and moved he pushed his
lips onto mine for another kiss. Only this time he didn't back way. This
time I felt his lips begin to open as he finished the kiss. Holding each
other's face, I let my lips part with his. I let my mouth open with Papa's
guidance. I knew what was coming. This was how it started in movies.

I wanted to feel it. I needed to feel it. I began to shake and shiver
harder. I couldn't help it. This was all new and I was a little boy. I was
in heaven. Knowing what was coming I accidentally let out the tiniest of
whimpers in anticipation. Papa took his free hand and held mine, squeezing
it, and then it happened. Papa's thick, wet, daddy tongue pushed forward
and rubbed slightly against the bottom edge of my teeth. I took my little
boy tongue and pushed it forward to try and touch his bottom teeth, but I
let out a gasp into Papa's mouth as his tongue changed directions and ran
along the edge of my top teeth, my mouth opening wider as his lips pushed
mine further apart. And just like that, just when I thought he might do
more, his tongue pulled back and there was a pause.

Papa squeezed my hand. My turn. Papa let out a quiet moan of approval as he
felt my little grandson tongue reach out and trace over his lower teeth, my
tongue sliding across the tops of them. I felt him shiver, his breath
pushing out against my face. A hand still on his face, I tried to hold his
face to mine even more and moved my tongue to slide over his upper
teeth. Again, the gentle squeeze of encouragement on my hand. This
emboldened me. Instead of stopping and pulling my tongue back, I paused
just for a moment, letting my tongue rest between us, then pushed it every
so slightly forward past his teeth.  My body tensed ever so slightly as I
knew what happened last time and how my body reacted to what I expected to
happen next. But Papa's voice was in my head telling me...."let it happen,"
"it made me incredibly happy," "something special between Papa and Scotty."
I squeezed Papa's hand to let him know I was ready.

And then I felt it. Papa reached out with his thick tongue and it rubbed
over the tip of mine. It was warm, wet, and already so much bigger than my
little 10 year-old grandson tongue. I wanted to feel more, so I pushed my
tongue out more, letting it slide over the top of his as I let out an
unexpected moan from the shiver than ran through my body. Papa responded
with a subtle "Uh huh" muffled between our open mouths. He inched his body
closer to the edge of the chair so our legs were together, mine between
his. I was trembling so hard that he took his other hand and wrapped it
around my side, sliding it to my back, pulling me closer as he pushed his
thick tongue into my mouth, filling me so much my tongue pulled back. It
felt like his tongue was so big that I didn't know if I had room to move my
tongue. As I gasped I tried sliding it under his. Oh god that felt so good.

I felt it might happen again. Papa's tongue slid back. Mine pushed back
into his mouth. He drew a circle around my tongue with his as he pushed
back in. I did my best to push into his mouth. We both let out a moan. I
was hoping I was doing this right. Hoping it might feel more natural one
day. As I pushed as far as I could go into his mouth I felt Papa squeeze
me, heard his quiet moan. So I did it more, clumsily sliding over his
tongue, and feeling the growing need to taste his mouth. It was amazing. My
legs began trembling. I could feel it in my smooth little balls.

Papa knew it. His hand went to the back of my head, holding me in
place. His hand behind me pulled me closer and I almost fell off the
bed. The sheet fell to my feet. I was naked. And then he did it. Papa
pushed as far as he could go with his tongue like he was trying to reach
the back of my mouth. Quickly. Then back into his mouth and then back in,
all the way. I gasped. He pulled back and did it again. And again. I was
frozen. Overwhelmed. Filled with an emotion I couldn't explain, one that
later I knew was an amazing form of `surrender.'.

It was coming. Papa's hand pulled my face tightly to his, holding it
firmly. I couldn't back up if I wanted to. His tongue pulsed back and
forth, over and over, sending me reeling so much that I began to slip off
the bed. I was going to break the kiss if I fell. Papa reached down to hold
my bare ass and helped me try to not fall. I knew what I needed to do if I
didn't want to break this moment, so with his help, I slid onto his lap,
naked against his body. Our kiss broke just for a moment as I straddled him
in the chair.

I wrapped my legs around him and with one hand on my ass, his fingers
resting in my bare crack, he held my head and filled me entirely with his
tongue. He wouldn't pull it out. He swirled his tongue around and over and
under my tongue, coating me with his saliva. My mouth was so full I had to
breathe deeply through my nose. I moaned. He moaned an "uh huh" back. He
knew it was going to happen. He was going to make me cum again. He wanted
it. It was too much to not do it. As I moaned he pushed my lips as far
apart as they could go and tilted his head to dig further into me. I
groaned, whimpered, felt my arms and legs wrapping tighter around his
body. Every time I moaned he seemed to attack my mouth even more.

I could tell Papa was trying to get me to cum. He pulled me by my ass so
tight to his body I couldn't move as he moaned into my mouth. He wanted me
to let go. As Papa pulled me fully to him I finally noticed the hard lump
of his hard cock under my smooth naked ass. I felt Papa's hand pulling my
cheeks apart with his grip, realizing how close his fingers were to my
little hole. Fuck. That did it. I was overwhelmed. My entire body began
exploding in that feeling again. I held on to him with all my might as I
was wracked with this amazing feeling. I wanted to gasp and cry out but
Papa would't let me pull away.  I was squirming in his lap, grinding
against his body as I shook. His grunts filled my head as I moaned into
him. Finally, just when I thought I'd pass out from not enough air he let
my head go so I could gasp and breathe as the orgasm began to fade. To
muffle my last cries of pleasure he quickly brought a hand over my mouth.

When I was done and collapsed into his body, panting, coming down from my
high, I pulled back and just looked at Papa. He let out a small laugh.

"Don't even think of apologizing," he said, smiling as he ran and hand
through my hair. "You looked incredibly beautiful letting yourself go."

"That was amazing.," I said, giving him a hug.

"Yes, yes it was." He hugged me tightly back. "Maybe the most amazing kiss
I've ever had."

"Really?" There was no way that was true.

"Well, there's something to be said for something that is so special and
secret that no one will ever know but us."

"I promise it's our secret. Always."

"I know." He gave me a small, normal kiss. "And one day you'll really
understand just how special and secret this really is and how it makes it
even more amazing."

Not knowing what to say to that, and too young yet to understand how
something taboo makes it even hotter, all I could think to ask was what I
was thinking. "Is it weird if I say I liked the way your mouth tasted?" I
couldn't look at him as I asked it in case it was strange to think about
that.

"It's not weird at all." He was massaging my bare back, his other hand
still cupping my little boy ass, a finger or two gently rubbing my crack.

"Was mine okay?" I asked, genuinely worried I had to have done something
wrong in my first kiss.

"Your mouth? It was perfect."

I beamed. "So does that means we can do that a lot more?"

Papa smiled wide, a grin just making his face glow. "Scotty, when we're
alone we can do that as much as you want to."

I smiled. "I'll want it all the time!"

"Then I guess you better get used to my tongue or you'll be having those
little boygasms every time." I didn't have to ask what that word meant. It
was new, but having figured out "orgasm" from Dad's porn magazines, I knew
my body-shaking dry orgasms were boygasms to Papa.

I felt Papa squirm a bit under my weight. "And...as much as I love holding
you next to me, Papa needs to do some adjusting."

I grinned as I nudged his lap with my butt. "Because you're hard like I
am?"

Papa laughed as he used both his hands to help me slide back to the
bed. "Yes, that's exactly why. Papa almost came from that kiss as well."
Hearing that made me so happy I couldn't help but grin like I got the best
present ever on Christmas.

Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, I pulled my sheet up over, realizing
that if someone woke up and came to the door it would look bad if I was
naked and hard with Papa. Now that the high of my boygasm ended, reality
was setting back in. "So...are you going to head to bed now?" He had to
hear the disappointment in my voice that this might be over for the night.

"Not unless you want me to." I watched as Papa reached into his robe. I
knew he was grabbing his cock in his pajamas but he was still covered
up. When he pulled his hand out his belt loosened some and I could see just
part of his tenting pajamas.

"I want you to stay all night," I said, trying not to be loud, but wanting
him to know I was serious, "but Mimi will wonder where you went."

"Nope." Papa had a sly, knowing grin. "I told her I was awake when she got
up because I'd just gotten back from hearing you in the kitchen. I said I
went to check on you and you told me you had a bad dream that woke you up."

"Really?"

"Yup. And you know what the best part of that was?"

"What?"

"She told me to go check on you." He smiled, reaching out and booping me on
the nose.

"That means you can stay longer!?" I must have lit up like it was my
birthday because Papa motioned for me to lower my voice.

"Shhh. Not so loud. Yeah, Papa gets to stay for a while, unless you're
sleepy."

"No. I'm wide awake!"

Papa smiled, "I can see that," gesturing to the little tent I had even
under the sheet over my lap.

I pulled the sheet away showing him my naked body and my little hard
cock. "I can't help it around you."

"I'm flattered," Papa said as I watched him slip his hand back under his
robe and move slightly. In silence I watched him move his hand more, aware
his legs were still touching mine. I looked up at him and saw his eyes
looking over my naked body as his hand rubbed himself under his robe. I
didn't expect to feel so comfortable being naked in front of Papa, but
seeing his eyes explore my body made me open my legs a bit more, pressing
my legs into his. Papa let out a sigh as I opened my legs to show him I
liked him seeing my ten-year old body naked and hard for him. "Scotty, you
have no idea how crazy this is...and how beautiful you are."

"Well, I know how perfect you are," I said.

Papa opened his robe so I could see his chest. I loved his body more than
ever, appreciating all his working out and running and volleyball he'd do
with his friends. His hand slid down his chest, his stomach, leading my
eyes down. He let his robe fall fully open so I could see where his hard
cock was very much tenting inside his pajamas.

Where his swollen Papa cockhead was under the fabric, his pajamas were wet,
precum oozing out like it would do when he was stroking. I began to shiver
again. Papa was oozing precum because of me. Because of our special
love. Papa was hard in my bedroom! His hand reached down and gave his hard
Papa cock and scratch inside his pajamas. I didn't know what to
say. Instinctually I reached down and did the same to my little boy
cock. Papa smiled, his eyes having that same loving look but mixed with
something else I'd come to learn was "need."

"Scotty," Papa said, more like a question, but quieter as his hand once
again reached in to adjust himself.

"Yeah?" I didn't even look up, just kept watching his hand slowly move
inside his pants.

"Did you like it when I asked you to come be next to me in the bedroom?"
His hand stayed in his pajamas around his cock.

"Yeah! It was awesome," I said, looking up at him so he knew I was being
honest.

"So you didn't do it just because you didn't want to upset me?" I could see
his hand still moving in his pants, but I kept looking at him. Somehow I
knew despite his arousal this was a serious moment.

"No! Every night I watched you I wanted to be closer." I looked down at his
pajama pants. They were even wetter. I needed to tell him what I felt for a
long, long time. "I...I always wanted to be closer to you."

He stammered when he heard my answer. "Uh...always?"

"Uh-huh. For a really long time."

Papa let out a whispered, "Damn," as he rubbed. "And...and what about when
you were rubbing Papa's body?" His other hand rubbed his chest and stomach
as he opened his legs slightly wider. His robe fully open and spread out on
each side of his legs.

"Papa, I wanted to do that." I didn't know how to make him believe me for
sure. "I'd have...."

"Because you wanted to make me happy or...."

I cut Papa off. "Because it would make you feel good and...and I...I dream
about doing that to you. I...wanted to do it." I could feel a couple stupid
tears well up. Papa didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he ignored them. I
needed to show him. "I didn't want to stop." I reached out and just for a
moment let my hand run across some of his chest. "See?" Papa let out a sigh
as I touched him.

Papa wasn't hiding that he was stroking more fully now. I looked down. "It
did feel good. And so did that." I watched as Papa's hand stopped near what
would have been his swollen head and watched as the wet spot in his pants
grew right in front of me. He must have squeezed to push the precum out.

And then he did what I only dreamed would happen. Right in front of me in
my bedroom, with me between his open legs, Papa reached down with his free
hand, the one that wasn't on his cock, and pulled his pajama pants down. In
one quick motion he used one hand to pull down on the waistband and the
other to reach under his full Papa balls and lift them up and over the edge
of the fabric. Papa's big, hard, wet cock was inches away from me. In my
bedroom. Wet. Twitching. Perfect.

I couldn't help myself. I let out an "Oh my god," and stared at his body in
front of me. I did a quick look at all of him, but my eyes couldn't move
long from his cock. That was the cock that made my daddy...and because of
that made me.  I got lightheaded. I had been dreaming for years of a daddy
coming to me in my bedroom like this; service men, repair guys, neighbors,
my friends' dads, mom and dad's coworkers, and more often than not, dad,
but now it was actually happening. Papa's dad body was fully exposed to me
in my room, his legs touching mine and my bed. Right in my own bedroom as
everyone was asleep, Papa was almost naked and slowly stroking his big,
thick, wet cock right in front of me. For me. Because of me.

"I take it that's a good gasp," Papa asked, knowing the answer. His hand
readjusting his balls, me watching as he lifted them and they settled back
down, uneven, perfect.

"Yeah....god yes," I said, unable to look away. My hand quickly found its
way to my little boy dick and gave it a few strokes as Papa slowly worked
himself in front of me. We stayed there like that, both stroking in silence
for a few breaths. Every time I looked up at Papa he was looking at my
body, then he'd look up and smile at me and give me a reassuring nod.

After what felt like forever in that beautiful but uncomfortable silence
Papa broke the spell by suddenly standing up in front of me, his wet cock
maybe two feet from my face. What was he doing? I'd seen this position in
Dad's books, but there was no way he was going to do what they did. This
was just Papa letting me watch him. Before I could ask, Papa turned and
pushed the chair to my desk. What?

"Don't leave, Papa. Please," I pleaded.

He turned around with a smile, his cock still out. He chuckled. "I'm
not. I'm just putting this chair away so I can join you in your bed." He
took a few steps towards me.

My face must have looked stunned. "Really?"

"Why don't you scoot over so I can lie down next to you."

I didn't need asking twice. I pushed the sheet away and quickly shuffled to
the side of the bed nearest the wall. Was I supposed to lie down? I didn't
know. So I stayed sitting up, not sure what to do next. My body trembling
again in excitement. It would come and go in waves, sometimes I wished it
would stop, other times it made my body feel even better. This time it was
the latter. Why? Papa was getting in my bed! Papa was getting in my bed
with his cock out for me to watch him jerk off?! Was this even happening?!

Papa leaned down for a moment and grabbed my underwear off the
floor. "Here, put these back on." I must have looked confused. "In case
someone wakes up," was all he said. I knew what he meant. This was our
special secret. Even though we cuddled all the time and I'd sleep with him
and Mimi I was never naked, so I slipped them on. "And keep that sheet near
you." I knew what he meant. And I knew why he was keeping his robe and
pants on.

I watched as Papa sat down on my bed, back to me. And then as if right out
of my fantasies, Papa turned around so he could lie down, propping Papa's
hard daddy cock and cum-filled balls out in the open. Hard. Wet. Big. I
heard myself let out an involuntary, whispered, "Oh my god."

He chuckled as he reached out with his left hand to touch my bare
leg. "You're too much," Papa said, rubbing my skin.

"I...I've dreamed about something like this forever!" Papa smiled at
me. Later he'd ask what I'd dream about and if they were about other men or
just him, but not this time. This was about us and we were both nervous. It
was our first time, and Papa didn't know yet just how much I knew about sex
or men's bodies. Those talks would come later.

"I'm glad I get to be the one who made it come true," Papa said, his hand
rubbing my bare leg, so close to my little hard boy cock. "Do me a favor,
Scotty and keep that sheet nearby. If we hear anything you'll need to pull
that up over you like you're sleeping."

Wordlessly I pulled it up next to me. I was in a trance as his hand kept
rubbing my leg and I looked at his body, his cock, his balls. As he kept
rubbing I took this as a sign I could reach out and put a hand on his
leg. It was just like being by his bed, only my knees were against his body
and he had his pajama pants on. He looked so fucking sexy in my bedroom
like this.

He knew it was like his bedroom as well because he said, "Wasn't your other
hand on my stomach last time we did this?" he asked. His hand on my leg,
sliding back and forth felt like it was hypnotizing me as he resumed
stroking himself after licking his hand.

"Yeah, it was," I nodded, reaching out and resting my hand on his stomach,
feeling my fingers spread into the fur on his body.

"That's it," Papa said, quietly. I could sense he was watching me look at
his body but I didn't meet his gaze. What if I never got to see him this
close again? I needed to memorize all of this.

I let my hand rub his stomach more openly now that no one was around. I let
my fingers move more, feeling the texture of his hair and skin on my palms
as I moved my hand in gentle circles. He wanted me to explore. Somehow I
just knew this. He wanted my touch as much as I wanted to touch him.

Instead of moving my hand lower I slid my hand up his stomach to his chest,
feeling the gentle rise of his muscles. He kept stroking as he let out a
slow, deep breath. Still feeling nervous, I moved my hand more, gliding
over one nipple and then the other. Papa's body twitched as I did that and
he moaned out a quiet, "Oh god," I drew my hand back across them. "Oh
fuck," Papa sighed, his body sending out a shiver as I heard the wet,
stroking sounds fill the stillness of my room. I expected him to apologize
for swearing but he didn't. I'd never even heard him use that word before,
but it turned me on knowing Papa could talk like that. I paused not sure if
I wanted to do that again or slide down.

"Nervous?" Papa asked me.

"Y..yeah," I said, honestly.

"Me too, Scotty. Me, too." Unsure if that meant I should stop moving, when
I didn't move Papa added, "But please...don't stop touching me. It feels
really good."

I beamed. I was making Papa happy. I let my hand on his thigh rub him more,
sliding up towards his hip and then back down. I was so close to his cock
that my hand trembled more every time I got closer to it. I just wished
he'd had his pants off like in his bedroom so I could feel the strength and
hair of his legs under my fingers.

Emboldened by his words, I watched Papa stroke as I let my other hand rub
one more time across his nipples as he groaned, just a sound, and then I
slowly slid my hand down his chest, his stomach, and then back to where my
hand was before -- sliding down to his pubic hair. Each step of the way he
kept stroking, letting out gentle, quiet moans of appreciation. Even in
this light I could tell his cock was redder than it was in his room. He
looked huge to me, so much bigger than my little ten year-old cock. One day
I'd ask him how big, but I kept hearing him say he's bigger than average. I
just knew it was beautiful.

As I watched him stroke and my hands rubbed his body, Papa's hand was on my
bare leg, rubbing up and down. His fingers found the fabric of my little
briefs inches from my cock and slid under them just a little bit. I
gasped. "Let Papa see you, Scotty." I looked at him. "Take those off. I
want to see my little grandson naked for me."

"But you said we had to be careful."

"We do," Papa said. "If we hear something just pull the sheets over
yourself and lie down next to me like you're sleeping. So please, take
those off so I can see how hard you are when you're touching Papa."

I wanted to show him my body. I didn't like having my little cock hiding
when his was open for me to see. Surprisingly I wasn't self-conscious
around him at all. So, without hesitating I fell onto my back next to him
and pushed my hips up so I could slide them off. Once I kicked them off my
feet and tossed them on the pillow next to Papa's head, I sat back down by
him, naked, hard. He made me feel like it was a great thing to see me naked
so I didn't think twice about it.

"That's a whole lot better," Papa said, his hand back on my bare leg as I
reached out to touch him again. I shivered as his hand made its way to the
crease between my crotch and my leg, giving me a squeeze, fingers just
inches from touching my cock. My little boy cock jumped when he did
that. Papa did it again and I let out a whimper. It made Papa stroke faster
as he let out a sigh. "You're absolutely beautiful, Scotty."

All I could think to say was, "Thank you."

I let myself be brave enough to slide my hand up Papa's leg to where it met
his crotch and gave a gentle squeeze. Papa smiled. I did it again. He
sighed and smiled. "Your hands feel so good, Scotty."

I looked down at my hand. All I had to do was stretch my fingers open and
they would have brushed against his cock or his balls. As much as I wanted
to, I didn't. I wasn't sure where this was going and I didn't want to ruin
anything. Instead, I kept rubbing his leg as I moved my hand in gentle
massaging circles further down his crotch, sliding my fingers through damp
pubic hair. I got in a quiet motion of sliding further down and back up
just as my hand on his leg was doing. I could feel myself smearing his
precum into his skin from when his cock was pressed into his body while I
was on his lap.

My fingers we so close to his cock now that when Papa came down his cock as
he stroked it bumped into my hand. Neither of us said anything. We both
just looked down at his stroking, our hands, his cock. Papa's hand stayed
near my hard cock, just a breath away. His hand rested where my leg and
crotch met, his fingers draped over my leg so he just had to open his hand
and brush against his grandson's balls and little cock. He was massaging me
there, gentle squeezes on my hairless, soft skin. His hand felt so good. I
let out a small wordless moan as he gave me another squeeze. Without
thinking, my body's instinct was to react by opening my legsd wider, giving
him a better view, more access for his fingers to tease and slide over my
virgin skin.

I kept watching Papa work on his cock. When Papa stroked he'd sometimes
stroke so his cock was standing straight up, his precum wetting his swollen
head, and other times it would angle back to him. When he did that I
noticed that if he let go of his cock it would land right on my hand. He
gave his cock a squeeze at the base as his hand rested on top of mine and
we both watched as a large pearl of precum oozed out his piss slit. We
watched as it rolled down, and then as if planned, it slid off the edge and
as it left a string behind it, it fell right on my arm. I let out an
unexpected "Oh god."

"I can't help it. When Papa's really, really excited he leaks a lot...and
right now, I'm doing all I can to hold back." Papa took his hand off my leg
to reach down and wipe the precum off my hand. I watched as he brought it
to his mouth and licked it off. "Do you know what that stuff is called?"

"It's precum," I said, feeling like an adult that I knew that.

"That's exactly right." He didn't ask how I knew that.

"Does everyone make that much when they are....when they're excited?" I
kept my hands where they were, my fingers gently rubbing.

"No. I probably make a lot more than others," he said, sliding his hand up
and then back down onto mine.

"What does...what....what's it taste like?" I asked, thinking for sure I
crossed a line. I'd seen Dad lick his up as well and I always wanted to
know. I also wished I made some of my own, but I was still too young.

"Well....hmmm...how do I answer that?" Papa gave his cock another squeeze
and a sexy droplet oozed out, sliding and resting on his crown, daring to
fall off. Papa took his hand off my leg to wipe the precum from his
cock. It coated his fingertip. "Uh...well...do...maybe...." I wasn't sure
why he kept pausing. "Well, if you really want to know, it...it might just
be easier to find out for yourself."  Papa then held his wet finger up near
my face.

I was speechless. Shaking. Again. Was my shaking ever going to stop around
him? He was offering his precum to me. Offering me to lick the finger that
just wiped it off his cock. Papa's cock. It would be like tasting Papa's
cock right now. I stammered out my answer. "Re..real...really? I really
want to know."

Papa was still stroking. I saw it out the corner of my eye even though I
was transfixed on his precum covered fingertip. Papa nodded. "It's already
all over your other hand."

I leaned in, waiting for him to say he was just kidding, but he didn't
move. Instead he watched as I leaned in to kiss his finger. I closed my
eyes as I made contact. I had precum on my lips. This boy had precum on his
face...from Papa! I pressed my lips against him more, kissing his finger
like I would have done to his cock if he asked me to.

"I don't think you can taste it with your lips, silly," Papa
chuckled. "Here, let's get some more." He brought his finger back down to
his cock, rubbing it all over his swollen head and shaft, really wetting
his skin with his fresh juice. "There. That's better," he said, bringing it
back towards my face.

I leaned in. Just as I was about to make contact I closed my eyes and let
my little tongue slide out of my mouth. I could hear Papa stroking. I knew
he was watching me. And then I felt it, my tongue touched his precum
covered skin. Touch where his cock was smeared all over his skin. I let out
a stammered moan of excitement. I couldn't help it. This was something I
dreamed of knowing since I first saw Dad lick it off his fingers years ago.

I let my tongue slide over his skin, my body no longer virgin to this part
of sex now. What did it taste like? I don't think I knew the
words. Sweet. Tangy. Interesting. It was subtle. It was sexy. It was made
because I had Papa really horny and I needed more. Forgetting about
everything else, I brought Papa's finger into my mouth so I could suck it
all off. I found my tongue swirling around it trying to get it all. This
finger was on Papa's cock, of course I wanted more. I gave it one more
swirl and heard Papa moan, wondering if I might have gotten carried away.

"So I take it you liked it?" He had a smile on his face as he pulled his
hand away from my mouth, bringing it back down to rest on my naked leg. I
swear it felt even closer to my little boy dick than before.

"Yeah," I said, feeling my face flush from getting carried away. "A lot."

"Yeah, so does your Papa." And, as if reading my mind, "Guess you're lucky
your Papa makes enough for both of us." My brain spun. That sounded like
maybe he'd be giving me more to taste sometime! Maybe often?

"I guess I...." I let out as gasp. Papa's hand slid down my leg from where
he was squeezing and rubbing and I felt his fingers brush alongside my cock
and balls and stay there. His warm, strong hand touching my cock. Hs
grandson's cock. I looked down. His tanned hairy hand looked so big next to
me. And there, alongside his fingers were my hairless little balls and my
little dick pointing straight out. I looked up at Papa.

"Figured I'd return the favor." Huh? I didn't know what me meant.

He looked down at his cock and my eyes followed. And that's when I saw
it. When I got carried away while leaning in to suck on Papa's finger, my
hands on his body slid closer together in my excitement without me knowing
it. And there, for the first time in my life, I saw that my hand on Papa's
stomach pushed down against his cock, and the hand I had on his legs slid
even further and my fingertips were hiding under the skin of Papa's
cum-filled balls! I was touching a grown man's cock. Papa's cock.

It was such a shock that I couldn't process it all. Instincts took over
before I could even stop myself. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," I said, pulling my
hands away quickly like it never happened.

"Scotty, you can put your hands back." He took a precum covered hand and
put it back on his stomach. "It feels good when you're touching me." I was
light-headed, like I might pass out. As I moved to put my leg back on his
pajamas near his balls that were exposed over the waistband, Papa said,
"Hold on. Let's do this the right way." And right in my bed, throwing his
previous caution to the wind, Papa reached down and pushed his pajama
bottoms to his thighs so I could touch his bare skin. "There, that's much
better."

As my hand came in contact with the bare skin of his leg he let out a
sigh. I focused on that hand first, sliding it upwards as I watched my
fingers shake. Both of us were watching me. I reached his upper thigh and
curled my fingers down over the edge like they were when I gave him a few
squeezes like he'd done to me, but now his skin was warm and exposed. I
kept thinking, "Oh god, I'm really touching his naked crotch in my bed! My
fingers are pushing into the hair near his cock and balls! I'm doing what
they say boys aren't supposed to do...but oh god I'm doing this!" Still
incredulous that this was happening, and before I chickened out and would
have to make Papa move my hand, I slid it down around his leg even further;
like it had been when I was too busy tasting his precum to notice.

And then I made it happen. I watched as my finger pushed between the skin
of Papa's balls and his inner thigh. I was touching Papa's balls! Papa's
ball sack was touching my little fingers! I let out a little sound when I
felt it happen. I slid my fingers down just a bit more to watch more of his
his skin slide over mine. My fingertips where hidden between his leg and
his balls. It was almost too much. I couldn't help it, I let out a
shivered, excited breath with some words I don't remember. "Atta boy," Papa
sighed, his fingers on my thigh shifting, reminding me that they were
pressed against my balls. "That's perfect." I whimpered when Papa's fingers
pressed against my tiny balls a couple times like a reward. I felt like I
would cum if he did that again. Every part of my body was so alive.

And then it was time for my other hand. I slid it down Papa's stomach, then
gently rubbed it over the damp hair near his cock, my fingers rubbing
through hair and precum. Papa's hand was still on his cock but it moved
upwards as I approached the base of his shaft. He kept it there. God it
looked so thick, so big compared to what I was used to touching. Just
before I let myself push my hand back against his cock, the first cock I'd
ever touched other than my own, the cock I kept thinking about every night
and needing, I looked up at Papa. He nodded.

Just as I was about to let my fingers touch the base of his shaft, Papa
spoke up. "Open your thumb like a mitten so it slides around the other
side," he directed in a friendly but encouraging voice. Something inside me
liked he was telling me what to do.

Shaking uncontrollably, more excited than I think I may ever have been, I
moved my thumb away from my hand and we both watched as my shaking fingers
slid down until I couldn't go any further. Papa's big cock was nestled in
the crook between my fingers. I let out a gasp, a whispered "oh god oh god"
as the warm skin of Papa's cock pushed my little fingers apart. Wider, like
my legs did when he touched me or looked at me.

Papa's cock twitched as I touched him. "Oh shit," Papa muttered, his voice
sounding more urgent. I looked over like I did something wrong. "Christ."
He stammered. I looked at his cock, bigger, redder and then back at
him. His hands let go of my body and his cock and he brought them up to his
face like he was grabbing air. "Don't move. Don't move." I froze. I
couldn't move if I wanted to. When Papa let go of his body and mine his
cock flopped backwards and it was laying across my hand. Papa let out a
grunt as it slapped against me. He was trying to hold back. His cock
bouncing on my little hand.

"It's so big and warm," I said out loud, meaning to keep it inside my
head. It was heavy, thick, warm and it was on my body. It was on my body!

Just saying that to Papa must have done something to him. He let out a
grunt followed by, "Scotty, I can't...fuck...use your fingers...oh
god...quick, squeeze it."

I didn't know what to do. My head was pounding. My heart was racing.  I
felt a weird sensation on my other hand and saw Papa's balls twitch. Were
they moving? "Squeeze it...." Papa gasped out, grimacing, panting.

Frantic, I tried to do just what he said. I took my little fingers spread
flat around his cock and tried pushing them together by closing my
thumb. Papa began to shiver some. I pressed more, but the flesh was so hard
it wouldn't budge. I looked up at him and back down, was I doing this
right? What was I supposed to do? Fuck he looked even bigger. His legs were
staring to tremble.

And then, in one quick motion, Papa took one of his hands and wrapped it
around mine and pulled it upwards, wrapping it around his cock as his hand
covered mine. I let out an "Oh my god...oh my god," and Papa used my hand
to do maybe two half strokes on his wet, thick, daddy cock. It felt
massive. I got light-headed. I didn't know what to do.

Papa's breathing got louder and his legs stiffened.  "Oh god, oh fuck...oh
fu...Scotty!" He did his best to gasp and call out quietly as I felt his
cock swell in my palm. And at the same time Papa took his other free hand
and reached over and his fingers found my little boy cock. Papa took my boy
cock in his strong hand and started stroking my little grandson cock in
quick short tugs as he used my hand under his to give his cock a few more
strokes as he gasped out my name.

And then, everything happened all at once.

Papa was stroking my cock, as much as you can a ten year-old's little dick,
and Papa was using my hand to stroke his! I was stroking Papa's cock and he
was going to cum with my hand trying to wrap around his thick cock! Oh my
god. It was too much. My entire body began to shake. It was happening.

"Oh god...oh Papa...oh god."

"Do it. Do it, Scotty. Cum for me."

That sent me over the edge. Wave after wave of my orgasm rushed over my
whole body, my dry cock pulsing in Papa's fingers as my hips bucked towards
him. I kept whimpering, Papa making sure my hand didn't let of his cock. He
didn't stop stroking as I called out, "Oh god Papa."

At the same time I called out as I bucked into his fingers, Papa slid my
hand down to the root of his cock and squeezed. "Oh fuck..oh Scotty...here
it comes." I forced my eyes open as my body convulsed from Papa jerking me
off and from making me stroke him. I saw Papa's hips rise up and then BOOM,
with a deep muffled grunt Papa's swollen head exploded with a volley of cum
out his piss slit. Papa grunted out a low "Fuuuuuck" as it happened. He
kept pushing his hips up, my hand feeling each wave pulse through this big
cock. Cum shot out again, one volley after another. The first landed so far
it hit his chin. The next one landed on his chest. Two more landed on his
stomach as the final bit of his load oozed out and slid down over our
hands.

As Papa came he never let go of my cock. He kept stroking me, panting,
looking at me. He squeezed me as he shot. "Oh god, Papa," I panted, amazed
at what I just saw and how he was making me feel. He looked like a God to
me. I was overwhelmed as I looked down and saw his cum oozing over my
hand. My body was reacting like he might make me cum again. Cum was
covering his body. I looked down and watched his hand on mine. Papa took my
hand with his and slid it back up his cock, my hand pushing cum with it as
it went, smearing it into his cock and my skin. I watched as my fingers
slide up and touched the head of his cock. That was it. I felt it in my
balls again. "Oh my god Papa. Oh god...that's so hot." White cream slid out
his cock and over my skin. "Oh god," I panted.

"Come on, Scotty. Once more. I know you have it in you." And with that Papa
let go of my hand on his cock as I still held it and he took his cum
covered hand and reached over, smearing it onto my little ten year-old
cock. That was all it took.

"Oh god...oh god....oh Papa...oh......" And then it happened. My entire
body tensed up and convulsed. I bit my lip to stop from crying out. I could
hear Papa's wet cum on my cock. I was bucking so much I worried I'd make
the bed hit the wall but I didn't care. This was amazing.

I don't know how long I shook, but when I opened my eyes, Papa was beaming,
smiling at me as he let go of my now wet cock and used his hand closest to
me to rub my leg. My other hand was still on Papa's cock, able to wrap
myself a bit more around it as he was softening from his orgasm. My fingers
were wet, his fresh, warm cum still covering my skin. The load that Dad
came from. That helped make me.

I didn't know what to say. I looked at Papa, all of him. The loads of cum
were in his furry chest, some dripping off the beard on his chin. There was
a pool below his belly button and then there was my hand on his cock, the
last of his cum coating them both. I panted. He was still taking deep
breaths.

"Are you okay," Papa asked, his hand rubbing my thigh.

"Yuh...yeah....that....that was amazing." I tried to hold back a giggle as
I said that, but it sort of came out with a smile.

"Yes. Yes it was," Papa said. "And messy," he joked as he took the hand
that was covered in cum and jerked me off played with the pool of cum on
his chest. "I don't know the last time I shot that much."

Reluctantly I let go of his cock. It flopped into the pool of cum on his
lower abdomen and I reached down and swirled it in my fingers like he did
on his chest. My fingers brushing Papa's softening head and it made him
shiver. I didn't know it was sensitive. That lesson would happen later.

"What....what does....." I stopped before I went too far. Funny how I
worried about that after what just happened.

"What does it taste like?"

I nodded.

Papa took his fingers and put them in his mouth, sucking the cum off of
them. "Honestly, it's different from day to day, but," he said, looking
down, "you've got enough on your hand there to try it if you'd like to."

"Really?"

Papa laughed, "Scotty, you just helped Papa cum. Yes you can taste it."

He watched me as I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth. Instead of
sucking on my fingertips I went for the thicker glob on the back of my hand
and sucked it into my mouth. I didn't know what to expect. And I didn't
know what to think of it. It was nothing like Papa's precum. There was a
definite taste, part weird, part creamy, part really tasty. It also had a
different texture. I slid my tongue out to like more off. I must have made
a face at first because Papa said, "Well?"

I finished sliding my tongue in my mouth to spread the taste around and
said, "It's different, but I love that it came from you."

"Yes, that it definitely did...with your help. Now, come over here."

With that Papa pulled me down to him to give me a big kiss and hug, my bare
chest smearing into the cum on his body. I didn't care. Papa looked at my
face with what looked like adoration and gave me a gentle kiss with a
little bit of tongue. Not enough to make me cum, but enough to make me
shiver on top of him. "I really do love you, Scotty."

"I love you too, Papa. More than all the love in the world," I said,
nestling into his neck.

We paused like that for a moment but a creak in the house made us remember
we weren't alone. It was just one of those random house creaks at night,
but enough to make us move.

Papa patted my bare butt and said, "We better get cleaned up."

I climbed off Papa and took my t-shirt from the edge of the bed. "Here, you
can wipe up with this." I knew that would work. I'd spied on dad using his
shirt a bunch of times.

Papa stood up, his cock still lifting some away from his body. I watched in
awe as he wiped all his cum off with my shirt, then used it to rub all over
his cock and get himself cleaned up before pulling his pants back up. He
then gave me the shirt to wipe off whatever cum had smeared onto my body
from our hug. I didn't want to wipe up my hands, but I did. I pulled my
underwear back on and Papa went to my dresser to fish out a new pair of
pajama pants.

"Here, put these on."

"But I don't sleep with pajamas on," I said. "You know that."

"I do, but if you want Papa to spend the night to keep you safe from your
bad dreams, you really should have more on."

"Wait? Spend the night?" My eyes went wide.

"Yes, all night," he smiled. "So put those on. We need to be smart about
this."

I knew what he meant so I did just as he told me to do. We were both
smiling. Excited and feeling silly and weird after all that just
happened. I noticed Papa still had some cum in his beard.

"Uh, Papa, you missed some spots on your chin."

He reached up and felt the cum in his whiskers.  "How about you clean it
off for me and then we can get some sleep."

"You bet." He walked over to the bed and I stood up so I could lean over to
clean him off. Feeling like he wouldn't mind, before I used the t-shirt I
leaned in and used my lips and tongue to take off anything I could. He let
out an approving chuckle. I then used the shirt to get anything off I
couldn't.

When I was done, Papa gave me a kiss, turned off my light, then told me to
crawl into bed. Me facing the wall, and Papa next to me, spooning me, just
like my dreams. Even though he kept his robe on, I could still feel some of
his chest hair on my back. It was perfect.

Once we settled in, Papa asked, "Scotty?"

"Yeah?" I said, rubbing his forearm with my hand as he held onto my body.

"That was all really, really beautiful." He kissed the back of my head.

"It was great," I said, rolling onto my back to look at him in the dim
light from my window. He looked so handsome.

"No, I really mean it," Papa softly said as he pushed some hair from my
brow. "You have no idea just how special our secret is."

I didn't know what to say to that, but sheepishly asked, "So can...will get
ever get to do this again sometime?"

"Of course we will," Papa said. "Now roll over so Papa can spoon you and we
can get some rest."

After we said goodnight to each other I laid in Papa's arms feeling like I
might never get to sleep. He just said we'd do this again! The entire day
was replaying over and over in my head. Here I was in my own bed with Papa,
with Papa's cum still tingling on my tongue. Here we were in my bed
spooning with the softened lump of Papa's cock against my backside. What
crazy week! I went from having daydreams about grown men and Papa, to
having the chance to learn to kiss and taste Papa's mouth, to touch his
body, stroke his cock, taste his precum, and have Papa use my hand to jerk
his cock and taste his cum! I got to hold Papa's cock and touch his
balls. Sleep? I was too excited to think about sleep. My dick was sore but
still rock hard.

Papa could sense it. "Get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere tonight."

"I'll try," I told him, but knew it wasn't going ot happen.

Or so I thought.

I think it was all too much for me to take in, and to help me out my body
just shut down from mental and physical exhaustion. The next thing I knew,
it was morning.

(More to come.)